"O, where are the shells?" said Prudy.
"I'm sure I don't know; I didn't find any. I didn't come back the same way I went," replied Dotty, twirling her favorite lock of hair over her finger.
"Didn't come back the same way?"
"No, I went wherrying."
"Wherrying?" repeated Prudy.
"Yes, that's what I said."
"Prudence, what does thee suppose the child means?" said grandma Read, taking off her spectacles, and fixing her kind eyes steadily upon Dotty Dimple.
"Wherrying in a wherry," answered Dotty, dryly.
"Does thee mean in a boat?"
"Why no, grandma. It looks like a boat, but it isn't; it's a wherry."